Power

"Will you do it?" The voice echoed in my head as i stared at the stage.  I trembled.......the excitement rising in my body as all i could think about was showing everyone what i could do.  I climbed up only to arrive at the same time as my competitor, he jeered and hated, tried to discourage me but i smiled and waved him on.
"What are you doing? Are you conceeding defeat?" The voice asked.
"No," I answered, "merely giving him a chance".
The man executed his moves flawlessly and with confidence, boasting and showing off and proudly challenging everyone to him.  As he reached the end of his time limit he stomped more, making more of a show of his power attempting to assert his dominance.  Before long he finished, celebrating and daring someone to try; the spotlights were on him, nobody noticed the shy man get on stage.
"My turn." I announced.  He looked at me and laughed then shrugged and left the stage.  The trembling had returned, the excitement.  The power of confidence and the strength of will.  Fire burnt as i moved; not to exhibit power, but to show skill.  Move after move as i dug his power into the ground.  As my time was closing i knew i didn't need any flashy moves, the audience was already cheering for me, already loving me, already proving to everyone that the kingdom was mine.  I was king.  And they were not just my subjects but members of a family.  My family.
I danced not a dance of dominance, not a dance to show off but a dance to encourage, to inspire and to lead.  To show everyone that anyone can achieve enough strength to get in front of a stage and show their peers what they can do when they set their mind to it.
I showed them what it was like to be free.